Life .

In the vast mountains, where the sky is mixed with the earth,

There the wind whispers ancient legends,

Here life flows according to its wonderful laws,

Where demons evolve in secret vaults.

The fog envelops the tops like a shawl,

It will hide all evil and sadness from the eyes.

But in the mystery of the night, in the light of the moon,

Shadows are gathering, where the wisdom of antiquity is.

When the climate changes, like a capricious artist,

Inaccessible to windows, like a magic sheet,

Demons come out to get in shape again,

From the ancient ashes, from the starstorm.

Fire wings sparkling in the dark,

Like lightning, they break the silence at dawn.

They whisper ancient words to each other,

From the depths of consciousness, where darkness reigns.

Uncontrollable storms are raging in the valleys,

And life here sparkles like light in the waters of the river.

Every moment is a choice, every step is strength,

In mountain gorges, where magic hides its charms.

Here the poems are as difficult as the rhythms of the earth,

Where demons dance without guilt.

They carry metamorphoses in their hearts,

Changes are dormant in each of them, like in dreams.

At first they were a shadow, just a whisper,

Then we gained power, veiled in the dark.

Fangs, like swords, were honed forever,

On the crystal peaks that pierce the clouds.

The change of weather, sudden and unpredictable,

Forms their character as an unknown game.

Enchanted moments, like breathing light,

Magical dreams, where there is not enough answer.

Every storm gives birth to new crazy people,

Mixing broadcasts: fears and dreams.

Here darkness and light merge into a round dance,

In such a world of magic, you can't find evil in the people.

And so, when the hour of balance comes,

Demons will become servants of their desires,

The universe will open like an old book,

And we will find something in its pages.

To transfer dangers to this world forever,

Soon the climate will change, and there will be a blizzard captivity.

But remember that life here is pain and joy,

In the vast mountains, where demons bite the light.

So they dance in doubt, giving birth to a new day,

In ice caves, among magic and shadows,

And only the one who understands their playful essence,

Will be able to see the harmony, which will bind their put.

And only the one who sings in unison with the winds,

Will be able to recognize secret schemes,

To hear the shouts of the echo carried in the dark,

Where good ghosts and evil signs reflect.

Rising higher, between the stars and voids,

Mind games unfold in secret worries.

The sun rises here, like a reaction,

To the cosmic call, echoes of reflection.

Every path branches like the thoughts of a wanderer,

Illusions in the air curl into turls.

Something moves in the shadows, where the fears are gloomy,

The images of demons dance in the rhythms of delusion.

Light has power, but darkness is also great,

Everyone wants to find their own compass,

In this world, where everything is paradoxically connected,

The secrets of the past are in what is not named.

Gathering at dawn, throwing away the fog,

They are waiting for awakening as a real plan.

Reincarnating like the gravity of the luminaries,

Demons and spirits merge in a single motif.

The world around is born in a whirlwind of change,

Where every moment is a flame of movement.

Here is the dexterity of nature and the trembling of the soul,

They merge together like a river that doesn't sleep.

And every song that excites hearts,

This is a reminder of who we are at the end.

Lightness and darkness, light and darkness in motion,

In the mountains, where demons dance, there is an eternal creation.

They are together, in love and hatred,

In search of meaning, and uselessness, and sadness.

Every turn is a choice, every path is a chance,

In this cycle, where dance is always played.

Nevertheless, even among whirls and storms,

The light breaks through like a primordal blizzard.

And beyond the horizon, where the heavens meet the earth,

A new world awaits, fabulous, eternal, alive.

So the journey continues, in the depths of the soul,

Where demons and light play an incessant game.

New ideas, modern myths will be born,

In this boundless, where dreams are intertwined, as if they were not fulfilled.

And, perhaps, one day, among dreams and hopes,

We will see this world filled with inspiration.

And we will become a part of the dance that is always spinning,

In the mountains, where demons live, where the light will not go out.